Sia Tower had sent three Eighth-Ring Archmages to welcome the Black Mystery Tower's first group of migrants.
One wore flowing white robes, another wore vivid pink and blue, and the third, though dressed in black, had clothes embroidered all over with red patterns in varying shades.
They were nothing like the Black Mystery Tower, which favored plain black and brown.
So when that bright red aircraft rose into the air and went straight out to meet them, many people from the Black Mystery Tower suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Some grew wary the instant that feeling arose: a mage ought to focus on their own strength, so why had differences in the quality and prestige of material possessions suddenly shaken them?
Others were struck by the thought that Sia Tower's reputation for wealth really was well deserved.
Of course, there were also rational types like Russell, who turned to his teacher with some concern. "Teacher, will anything go wrong with Aislin handling the reception?"
Whether or not anything was wrong with Aislin, Russell would never forget just how arrogant that lady was.
Shouldn't someone like Oliva, who at least seemed amiable on the surface, be dealing with Sia Tower?
Why had they sent the easily agitated Aislin?
Besides, Russell still remembered that Oliva had joined Sia Tower in pursuing that dragon for quite some time... why had they specifically chosen Aislin, who had not participated in that battle, to take the lead?
"Aislin is the most suitable choice. You could call it making the best use of what we have." Hill watched Aislin, dressed in white and purple mage robes, slowly emerge only after the three Eighth-Circle Mages had flown up to her aircraft, and could not help nodding.
If Aislin had already become that person, then whether or